by Sean Michael
Grinning, he rose and took the stairs to the bedroom.
Way was sound asleep, curled up in their bed. Damn, that was gorgeous. Neal spent a minute watching Way sleep. So pretty.
Neal ran one finger along Way’s thigh, admiring the way Way’s toes curled.
He could bind Way to the bed and have his wicked way with his beautiful boy. How lovely would it be for his boy to wake, bound to his will? Moving to the cabinet that held their growing collection of toys, Neal smiled at the neatly arranged items. His boy. While a janitor might not have been what Way set out to become, his need for order had certainly found a home.
Grinning, he removed some thick, soft ropes he’d picked up the other day.
The ropes wouldn’t leave marks, wouldn’t rasp his boy’s wrists, ankles. They would let him writhe and struggle and still hold him fast, hold him in place.
Attaching them to the bed first, Neal then pondered his next move. Ass up or face up?
He decided on face up so that Way would know where he was when he woke up already tied. It didn’t take much to ease Way from his side onto his back, a few tiny touches, some gentle encouragements.
Neal took one arm and carefully tied Way’s wrist to the headboard, pleased that his boy was still mostly sleeping so he could get the other wrist bound too.
“Neal?” Way groaned, beginning to wiggle, rock.
“I’m right here, boy.” He quickly tied Way’s other wrist, then stroked his boy’s cheek.
“What… what’s up?” Way nuzzled into his touch, totally unafraid.
He loved that. Loved how much Way trusted him. “I thought we’d play.”
“Okay, love. This is new.” Way tugged carefully, testing the ropes.
“Yes. I thought it was time for us to take another step. Have another way to play.” He tapped his fingers along Way’s belly.
His boy chuckled softly, abs rippling for him, his lover’s time on the obstacle course beginning to show.
“Such a sexy boy.” He touched the ring in Way’s cock, then slid it through the skin, through Way’s slit.
Way arched for him and cried out, the sound wanton and needy.
“Does it hurt, boy?”
“No. No, it tugs.”
“And you like the tug. You like it all the way to your balls.” He slid it through Way’s flesh again.
“Uh. Uh-huh. Kinda.”
“More than kind of.” He did it again to prove it.
“More than…. Do it again?” Oh, sweet slutty boy!
It was one of the things he loved about Way—that his boy was willing to admit when he loved something. Even if it was something he’d originally thought was crazy, impossible, or not at all sexy.
Neal gave his boy what he wanted, continuing to work the ring in a circle through Way’s hot flesh.
Way went from flaccid to half-hard almost immediately, eyes rolling as he touched. It was a stunning and beautiful thing, seeing and hearing how much Way enjoyed the slit and penis play.
“So pretty. It was the perfect decision to get you pierced.”
Way didn’t deny it, and in reward, Neal bent and took his boy’s cockhead into his mouth, sucking gently.
“Oh. Oh you never—I never thought that—I—oh.”
Incoherent boy. He did love proof that he was doing it exactly right.
He slapped the tip of Way’s cock with his tongue, hard, making his boy feel it. Way cried out, arms pulling at the bindings, legs kicking out.
“Mmm. I should bind your legs too. Leave you spread-eagled and at my mercy.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, because he knew what they both needed. Neal simply bound those lean ankles wide. He stopped for a moment at the foot of the bed to admire his handiwork. Way looked stunning, spread out for him, cock hard, the ring in the tip beautiful.
Those little nipples needed to be red and swollen for him, though, to complete the picture.
He swooped down and took one in his lips, pulling hard, sucking it between his teeth. Way shouted and his entire body strained at the ropes, feet trying to beat a tattoo on the mattress. Neal continued to worry the nipple in his mouth, scraping and sucking, biting every now and then as well.
“Master! Master, it burns.”
And Way sounded joyous, not worried.
He stayed with the same nipple, determined to keep working it until it was in the state he wanted it. Then he would move to the other one, but only then. His goal was swollen and dark, red and tender enough that tomorrow Way would ache.
Neal came off Way’s nipple to look at it. Not quite red enough for what he was going for. He took it back in, this time using his teeth more. He worried the little nub between his teeth, then grabbed hold and pulled it out from Way’s body.
The scent of Way’s precome filled the air, his boy thrusting, fucking blindly. It was a beautiful thing, watching those hips pump while Way couldn’t move all of his body.
He rolled his teeth around the tiny nip, Way’s cry going higher, louder. He bit down next and Way screamed his name, the sound ringing through their room.
Pulling off, he kissed the tip gently. “Next.”
“N-next?” Way panted, chest heaving.
“Yes. Aren’t you feeling lopsided?” He flicked Way’s untouched nipple, then the swollen one.
“I…. Master. It aches. Suck it more? It aches without your lips.”
Neal moaned loudly. His boy was a great prize. Bending again to the swollen nipple, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked some more. He used his fingers to begin the work of making Way’s other nipple swollen. He pinched, and he twisted, and he tugged on the nub of flesh, feeling it go hard and hot between his fingers.
Way was wild beneath him, sobbing and twisting, begging so beautifully. He used his teeth sparingly now that Way’s flesh was so swollen—he didn’t need to use them; the suction of his lips was more than enough now that the nipple was so sensitized.
Then he eased to the other nipple, biting hard, and spunk sprayed between them.
He kissed his way down from Way’s nipple, then began to lick the come from Way’s skin. “You came without permission.”
“You made me.”
“Not on purpose. I was prepping your nipples for the day’s play.”
“Day’s…. Oh God.”
“Uh-huh. It’s going to be wonderful.” He kissed one nipple, then the other. “Now what would be an appropriate punishment for coming without permission?”
Way shook his head, eyes closed, face a study in pleasure.
“No? Not one? I could fill your penis with a plug, though I don’t have the right one for the Prince Albert yet.” He dropped kisses on each nipple. “I could put a cock ring on you, one that puts your cock and your balls in a nice and tight package. I could spank you.” There were so many possibilities.
Way’s naughty cock spurted another drop of seed.
“Oh, I think we definitely need to put a cock ring around you.” His boy was on fire today and he loved it.
He went to their closet again. “What do you feel about creating a room for us, for scenes? A room to explore our relationship?”
“A… room?” Way shifted on the bed, ass sliding against the sheets.
Neal grabbed the cock ring he’d had in mind. The black leather looked gorgeous against Way’s skin and it was easy to put on and take off, having a snap to close it. “Yeah. A playroom of our own. We don’t use the spare bedroom anymore.”
“That would be big. Something cool.”
“It would be, wouldn’t it?” He came back to the bed with the cock ring and sat down near Way’s hip. He touched that pretty cock, sliding his finger along it. “We could design it together. Make it everything we both want.”
“Everything. Yes. Love. Everything.”
“We’ll start planning it later.” He had plans for the rest of the day.
Grabbing Way’s cock, he slid the leather around and around it, fastening it tightly. It made the sweetest, mos
t obscene package. He especially loved the way it held Way’s balls up and out, stretching the skin around them.
Groaning, he stroked Way’s balls.
“Look at this sweet little package.”
“It’s sticking out.”
“Uh-huh. Sexy as fuck.” He kept touching, loving the feeling of Way’s stretched balls beneath his fingertips. “I like how your hole is exposed for me.”
“Shh. Don’t say things like that.”
“But it’s true. It is and I like it.” He slid his fingers along Way’s perineum right to Way’s tight, currently swollen little hole. He rubbed it gently. Then he began to tap it, over and over again. Way arched up into each touch, making sweet, choked-off noises.
“Is it beginning to sting yet, baby?”
“Not yet.”
“It will.”
He tapped it a few more times, then rubbed again, switching things up to keep Way on his toes.
Said toes curled, Way moaning deep in his chest.
“I want to fuck you. I want to take your tight hole and pound into it. Into you.”
As he spoke, he swatted hard with two fingers, smacking that swollen hole.
Way bucked again and begged loudly. “Please! Neal. Master! Please.”
“Please what, sweet baby? More?” He hit again.
“God, yes, Master.”
Chuckling, he kept doing it, giving Way what he so desperately needed.
“Next time I’ll make you hold yourself open for it, make you ask for more.”
Way moaned but nodded. “I would. You know I would.”
“I know you would. It’s one of the reasons why I love you.” He swatted again, holding Way’s asscheeks open wider with his free hand. “You will.”
Grabbing the lube, he watched Way, smiling when it was clear Way was anticipating it. He lubed up slowly, drawing the moment out.
Way licked his lips, a soft moan escaping his boy.
Grinning, Neal slicked up his fingers, then pushed two into his boy. Way was so hot inside. Like a fire.
“You need so well. I’m going to have to work to keep up with you.”
Way shook his head. “I only need it because it’s you.”
He pushed in deeper at that, finding Way’s gland and knocking it.
Way jerked, fighting the ropes, pulling hard. He continued to finger-fuck his boy, making sure to hit that sweet gland with every push into Way’s body, stroking deep, with a steady rhythm guaranteed to drive his boy insane.
Soon Way was riding his fingers as best he could while bound, like a wild thing.
It stunned Neal, the sight the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He pulled his fingers out, needing to be inside his boy, to feel that tight heat around his cock now.
“Master. Sir. Neal, please! I need!”
“I know. I have what you need right here.” He slicked up his fingers again, this time jacking himself with them, getting his cock good and wet.
He wanted to slam into his boy, push in deep. He worked his cock into Way’s tightness, groaning at how good it felt. Way fluttered around him, working him, milking him.
“Damn, love, being inside you is heaven. Total heaven.”
“Love.” Way’s eyes rolled up, and that sweet ass gripped him.
He began to rock, moving nice and slow as he filled his boy, holding Way’s hips up from the mattress, holding his boy high.
He kept moving, thrusting in different ways until Way cried out. Then he stayed right there.
That’s what he wanted, Way’s need, Way’s hunger.
He kept pounding in, his hips working hard to keep Way filled and flying without tugging the bound ankles.
“My boy. Mine.” He touched Way’s cock, the heat of it intoxicating.
“Yours!” Way grabbed the ropes that bound him.
“Yes. And I’m not letting you go.”
“Good.” Way offered him a tentative grin.
He grinned right back, speeding his movements, searching out his orgasm.
“It’s good, to be happy and tied up, right?”
“It’s fantastic. This is perfect. Perfect. Thank you. Master. Thank you.”
He could feel his climax coming, and once he’d come, he was going to plug Way and keep him inside. He flicked one of Way’s nipples, and his boy jerked and shuddered. Sweet and hot, swollen and lovely. Anything that touched Way’s nipples today would make his boy need.
Tomorrow they would burn, drive Way to distraction. The thought was enough to send him over and he shouted, coming hard and deep inside his boy’s body. Way whimpered softly, eyes rolling as Way’s sweet body worked him.
Holding right there, he panted, shivers of pleasure still rolling through him.
He patted Way’s still-hard cock, watching it bounce a bit. Way whimpered for him, looking like he couldn’t decide whether to try to push closer, or to pull away.
Good thing it wasn’t his boy’s choice, wasn’t it?
Grabbing Way’s hips, he pressed them down into the mattress. He circled his hips, moving his cock inside Way’s body.
“Again?” Way moaned, and the sound was so needy.
“You inspire me to stay hard. To keep loving on you.”
“Good.” Way offered him the sweetest smile, which was totally unexpected.
“It is.” He kept moving, feeling Way’s body squeezing down on him, giving him more sensations. More pleasure. Way needed so beautifully, but Neal wasn’t going to let his boy come again. Not yet.
He continued the movements of his hips, making them both moan.
So sweet. Fuck, he could bury himself in Way for an eternity.
He had no clue how long he kept up the same pace, but eventually he needed more, wanted more. He turned circling into thrusting, filling Way again and again.
“Master!” Way tried to match his thrusts, meet him, confined by the ropes.
God, he loved it when Way called him that. “Right here. With you.”
“You… touch me?”
“You don’t get to shoot yet.” And whether or not Way got touches was up to him, not up to Way.
The low cry that filled the air was pure, unadulterated need.
“I haven’t decided if you are going to be touched yet. Well, I’ll touch you. It’s a matter of how and when.”
“So mean.”
Indeed. That was the fun part, right?
“I know! The meanest.” Grinning, he pinched Way’s right nipple.
“Ow!” Way jerked, head slamming back as Way’s ass clenched around him.
“Again?” he asked, pinching the other one this time.
“I—” That was a totally confused look.
“You’re right. I’m the master. I get to decide, not you.” He went ahead and pinched again.
Way shook his head, that same cry sounding.
“I do. It’s my choice.” He pinched the other nipple this time, then ran his hands along Way’s sides.
“Enough. God, it’s good.”
“I decide when it’s enough.” He moved back up to pinch both of Way’s nipples at the same time.
Oh fuck, that felt good around his cock.
He got a rhythm going, pushing into Way and hitting his gland at the same time as he pinched both sweet bits of flesh. Way would never forget this day. Never.
Bending, he bit at Way’s left tit, still pumping his hips in time. His boy gripped him, body squeezing him almost viciously. It was hot, exciting, and he knew Way felt the same way. It was evident in each cry that came from his boy’s mouth.
Way was going to shoot again; it was inevitable.
He’d have to punish Way for it. A spanking would be fun. For both of them. Of course, Way had to actually come first.
Neal pushed harder, faster, slamming deep. Soon, Way was crying out after every thrust, making the most amazing noises.
Soon, he thought. Soon he would push his boy over the edge.
He touched the tip of Way’s cock,
shifting the ring embedded in his boy’s skin.
Way jerked hard, eyes going wide, lips forming an o.
“Nice.” Neal touched again. Then again. Not looking at his fingers, but at Way’s face. He could feel the pressure around his cock, but most important was the need in his boy’s eyes.
“Are you flying, Way? Don’t forget you’re not allowed to come.”
Way was too far gone to answer; the bright eyes were wide, staring.
He kept pushing, kept thrusting. It wasn’t going to be long now. Way was close. The only reason his boy hadn’t already come was because he had the cock ring on. It wasn’t a guarantee, though, and it wasn’t going to stop Way from coming in the end.
It wasn’t going to save Way from a spanking.
He punched in harder, giving Way’s gland a real workout.
“Master.” That wasn’t a cry—was no more than a bare whisper.
“Yes, boy. My boy. Mine.” Each thrust came with another word, his own balls up tight against his body.
“Yours. I-I can’t….”
He sped the rhythm up, driving them both toward their orgasms.
His boy gasped, and then spunk sprayed from his needy, bound cock. Neal cried out, slamming in one more time before his own orgasm overtook him. He stayed frozen for a long moment, pleasure simply coursing through him.
Then he collapsed, catching himself with his elbows so he wouldn’t crush his boy.
“S… sorry. Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” He turned his head and whispered into Way’s ear. “This way I get to spank your gorgeous ass.”
“Not disappointed?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. And neither are you—you’re looking forward to me warming your ass.”
“Am I?” That wasn’t a no.
“Of course, I’m going to have to unbind you. How about I tie you back up facedown?” It sounded like a plan to him.
“Oh God.” Way blinked at him, so dazed.
He took a kiss, making sure he had Way’s focus, all of it. Then he undid all the bindings and carefully turned Way over onto his belly. The insides of his boy’s thighs were wet with his spunk, shining with his seed. He rubbed it into Way’s skin, breathing in deeply.
“So pretty.” He smacked one asscheek, almost experimentally.
“I—everything burns.”
“Good.” He swatted again. Way was going to feel and remember this all week long. “My boy.”
